V/H/S/2

- Hey! - Shh shh shh!

No. No no no.

Just be quiet.

- Oh shit! - Aw, man, fucking...

Shit. Shit. Shit.

- Shit. - Hey! Hey!

Get the fuck back here!

Hey, give me that fucking camera!

Yeah, so you're watching that footage I sent?

Yeah, I fucking saw it. You--

So as you probably guessed, your wife hired me to get that.

My problem is if I show it to her, she stops paying me.

So I was thinking you might want to make a counter-offer there.

Oh, and whatever number you come up with,

you can put 300 bucks on top for the dent you put in my car.

-Well, you scratched the paint anyway.

You know what? If I don't hear from you by tomorrow, your wife gets that file.

Goodbye.

-So what's the deal now? -Ah, probably nothing.

Just this woman thinks her son is missing.

He hasn't been to class in a week. He won't answer her calls.

He's probably passed out in a pile of beer cans.

In which case we're gonna take the kid on a road trip

and rack up some expenses, 'cause we're getting 1,000 bucks a day on this one.

Turn left up here.

- Your button cam's working? - Yeah, it's working.

This is it?

Yeah.

It doesn't look like anyone's home.

She couldn't give you a key?

She doesn't have one. She said the lock

on the back window's busted, so maybe we can get in that way.

- And the cops haven't been here? - No, the cops don't give a shit

about some college kid who's missing for a couple of days.

Here.

ls there someone in there?

-Here. Come on, give me the cam.

There's nothing there. See?

It sure as fuck sounded like there's something in there.

It's an old house.

Besides, if there is somebody in there, I'm gonna want to talk to 'em.

Here.

Ow.

- You all right? - Ow.

Just great. Ow.

You okay?

Huh.

- Um... - What?

You know what? Stay in here, okay? I'm gonna go check

the rest of this apartment and make sure no one else is in here, okay?

-You got your gun? -Yeah.

All right, good.

Just--just, um, pull anything relevant onto the drive.

Okay? And record everything.

That was part of the deal. She likes me to do that.

Well, you took my camera.

Oh. Then...

All right, so I'll be right back. Just, um--

just--I don't know, see what's on that computer, okay?

If it's encrypted, we can take it home. If not, just pull what you can.

Got it.

Show her tits!

I found a new one.

It's third or fourth generation from the quality.

I--I got it from some guy down in Little Armenia

with a pawn shop.

He is definitely not the type of guy you usually see

on here trading with us, but I think he's somebody

who's worth checking in on again.

Okay. That's fucking weird.

Most of his collection, I would say,

was snuff and CP, but he had at least one that was the real thing.

I don't even think he knew what it was.

' Anyway...

A little bit of redness,

some irritation, but it looks okay.

- How's it working? - It's good.

Um, yeah, I can see, but what about my other eye?

-Follow. -Okay.

You can't see anything out of your biological eye?

-No. -Okay.

How about now?

Yeah. I mean, it's a little better.

It's just kind of blurry and shadowy.

Yeah. All right.

Well, because your prosthesis is attached directly to your visual cortex,

your real eye's essentially battling with your camera eye

to give you input right now.

So when your brain gets used to having that chip in there,

you should start to see more and more out of your uninjured eye again.

Until then you might see some glitches.

What do you mean by glitches?

Well, this is just being tested now.

Eye injuries like yours are quite rare.

So that's why we've installed a recording chip

into the eye itself so we can test the data that it's receiving.

Right. Yeah, about that.

-Yes? -Oh my God.

So if I want private time, what do I do?

-How do I turn this off? -Uh, well, you can't.

But that's just for this trial period.

I mean, you can't expect the KPG Corporation

to just give you this implant and not expect to test its data.

Of course not.

So you guys are gonna sit around and watch me take shits?

I'd say that's a fair compromise, Mr. Middleton.

You can read a newspaper during, or something.

-Mm-hmm. -So make an appointment for next week.

We'll see how it's working. Call me if you have any concerns.

All right. Thank you.

What the hell?

All right.

- All right, man. - All right.

-Sure you gonna be okay, bud? -Yeah, dude, I'm good. I'm good.

All right, give me a shout if you need anything.

See ya.

What the fuck? Where'd I put that controller?

_ Oh--

All righty, then.

What the...?

Okay.

What the fuck?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, come on. What the fuck is this shit?

Oh shit.

-Jesus!Fuck!

Oh shit.

Yeah. Yeah, I can tell the difference

between a burst of light and a fucking bloody person, okay?

I don't know, you tell me. You're the doctor.

Look, I'm coming in there tomorrow

and you're gonna fix this fucking thing and that's that, okay?

Fine.

All right, thank you.

Fuck.

Hello?

Is somebody down there?

Seriously, don't fuck with me.

Oh, God damn it.

Hello?

Shit!

Oh fuck.

Who the fuck?

-Shit.

Uh uh, hello?

Shit! Uh, okay!

I'm good.

Thank you, you can go.

Oh shit!

Oh fuck!

Oh my God.

Oh, God damn it.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

What the...?

Hey, are you in there?

Look, I can see you through the peephole.

Weren't you at the doctor's office yesterday?

Yeah.

Okay, so what's the deal? Are you following me?

I'm not following you. I--

look, just open the door.

All right, listen, I don't mean to be rude,

-but it's kind of weird, you know? -Look, are you seeing weird stuff?

Like people who look dead?

You should really open the door.

Thank you.

I'm Clarissa.

Yeah, come on in.

- Nice place, man. - Thanks.

Do you have any beer?

I do. Yes.

What about painkillers? Did the doctor give you any?

No, I'm not actually in any pain.

I'll just take a beer then.

Look, Clarissa, I'm actually on my way out of here.

Dude, you're not gonna get anywhere if you don't hear what I have to say.

Just give me a beer, get one for yourself.

You're gonna need it.

Right.

-Thanks. -Sure.

I was born deaf.

When I was 16 my parents put me up

for a new cochlear implant.

It worked, obviously.

But I began to be able to pick up certain frequencies in my environments.

What happened to your eye anyway?

I was in a, um--

in a car accident.

So who's the little girl?

What little girl?

There's a little girl here.

I heard her crying when I came in.

But you know...

I don't hear her now.

Some people never hear them or see them--

maybe once in their entire lives,

if they're open to it.

So...